Well, the mirrors did have one good thing going for them. They magnified the light as it bounced from image to image repeating infinitely. It wasn't enough to illuminate the room even half as much as sunlight, but it was an improvement over the weak light of the hand helds.

"If you're going to stand there, at least move out of the doorway," Nuada growled impatiently.

He was usually a patient man, but being surrounded by the thing he reviled and finding himself... He had swore his people would not fade, yet it appeared that he was. He was weakening and he didn't know by what measure, or if it would continue. So his patience had evaporated.